That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile Pamela 11071995 I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? Tagboard Credits ©Glamouresque.	Saturday, September 12, 2009 The answers that we'll never find. Paper bags and plastic hearts All are belongings in shopping carts It's goodbye But we got one more night Let's get drunk and ride around And make peace with an empty town We can make it right Throw it away Forget yesterday We'll make the great escape We won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it burn Let it die Cause we are finally free tonight Tonight will change our lives It's so good to be by your side We'll cry We won't give up the fight We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs And they'll think it's just cause we're young And we'll feel so alive Hi, my phone's confiscated till Idk when, in th mean time, you can either call my PA (thanks L) or my house t find me. 1) Zero, I need to talk to you. Check your mail. 2) A, I'll try t text you somehow on Monday regarding recess. 3) Sorry mia awhile. Take care. 4) Th sms you forward almost screwed me up. 5) Anyone got ball pump can lend me. 6) (I think) I'm close t getting full moon, lets play horse again. 7) Elissa, need t talk, desperately. 8) Hi sucka, thanks for causing me so much misery. 9) If home is where th heart is, then we ARE all just f-ed. 10) Goodbye.